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The Donation of Plasma

RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact The Donation of Plasma We have antibodies in our convalescent plasma.   We survivors of COVID-19 recline on a chaise lounge of sorts for a beautiful day at the...

Milano Terminus

RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Milano Terminus It was only fairly recently that I saw the opera, Puccini’s Tosca for the first time. It was in my home town, New York City.Near the end, Tosca’s...

Almost Sleeping with a Sister

RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Almost Sleeping with a Sister I once met a woman at a dance club in Israel. Her name was Ora, which translated as “of the light.” Her first language was Russian, so...

Fair Memories of Two Fairs

RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Fair Memories of Two Fairs I remember my father telling me about the 1939 world‘s fair.  He was only five years old back then. It was only a year or so after his...

Man Over Moondust

RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Man Over Moondust The spice and the dust Flavors my insides Silicates and curries. Footprints on the brink of my heart, memories of craters and a Smiling man on a...

The Breezeway

RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact The Breezeway Why don’t I have socks? I hate getting dressed for school when I can’t find socks. Breakfast is ready but I can’t find socks. “Mommy, I don’t have...